Bedded Poems | Examples

Bottomless bottles of bile, in my wake

In my wake, if i were to awaken,
O' wakeful wonder to wrench mine withered eyes 
Aware'f the withering summer haze
Out in my bright eyed future, out in my cross toe'd path
Pompous poppies t'prop mine withering body
Lest f'saken soil shall chance this chance and enwrap thy very soul
Whole, wholly in unholy disrepair 
Where thy feet ne'er make a pair

In my wake, where bottomless bile surely shalln't sate,
Grace be with grace whereth fate form'd nigh near'r thy hate
voracious, inherent, timbered'n barrels 
Embedded beneath thy bedded tomb t'ferment 
Fraught feminal petticoats bed thy bones'n skin, t'sit within
Barrelled quarrels quashed'n quaint fricatives,
T'lace these afaced wicked motives.
Foot befitting feet b'fore foolish faces reverberate foolish vows
F'petty petticoats liven' lieu'f laced love.

In my latent wake, 
Tend t'the petty posies 
T'prop mine body 
Towards th'lascerating ladle'f love,
And into th'deepening dish'f self-hate.

24//8//25

Giver of My Name

My lover’s lips drip words of secret hours
Wherein our dreams make love to sweetest songs
Hymns to our bodies, bathed in nectar showers
Slick on the tongue to taste; ours all life long.

‘Forever’s on our mouths, in fingers kept 
Oaths to the rising sun, our bedded vows
Seduced and consummated here we slept
Beneath our bough that shields from darkened clouds.

Bare to the morning, twins in twisted vine
Intoxicated, our own fruit to share
Ripe from my treetops picked up where he climbs
Sucked to the last, that juice, like robes, we wear. 

Covet my touch, beloved, have me, claim.
You — my better whole, giver of my name.

Hide of Tyke in Hold

Heartthrob in damsel drag
Belief of human bile
Completely instilling cascading dregs of mechanical flesh, bones and spit
64th avenue 
And coiling deft doom
Winged balls of bulging blood and speckled steel
Merry wails and flutters of moths unsealed 
Fitted upon falling kneel
And reckoned release of rotten roadkill-
Rats and babes and brats
Congealed candy and sickeningly sweet brandy
And hailed light of epiphany to choke, swallow and spit
And strangle without a hand nor handle but grit
Of groil and crevices of menaces heralding honed notes
And a lone liver in fathered infirmary 
Black backed in breachers 
Potted a bulge to indulge the fickle maggots of dissociation 
Emulsification and hearty sniff of 
Whitened slice and slithers of snow
Dregs to drag and hone and throw
Up upon bedded saline laden road
Of rows and rows and pounds 
That drag rotten flesh afresh from the hound
Sutured from spine to fluttered wing
The hide
Plucked apart from rat to brat
And collared collier stepped afresh with new hide and throw 
And stubborn stubbled child with a new mind in tow

5//5//2025

For the Country Life

Sunset on the boulevard,
     the river's moon on rise;
Children tucked into their beds,
     sleep heavy in the eyes.
The supper dishes are clean,
     cattle are bedded down;
Radio's played the last song
     and curtains are turned down.

All the village will now sleep
     in peaceful country rest,
And they'll dream of coming days
     when crops and stocks are blessed.
They'll awake as church bells ring
     and gather, old and young;
When the sermon is finished,
     Sunday's roast will be done.

Through the years changes occur,
     seasons come, seasons go;
Often time the burning sun,
     then freezing winds that blow.
Changes, too, throughout the young;
     some will be college bound
While others are tied to soil,
     on farms they will be found.

In small towns and on the farms
     hands on hearts, flags unfurled;
That was when a man's handshake
     was his word for the world.
Yet today so much remains
     of yesterday's country,
Like steadfast values of life
     that keep this land still free.

I have seen the peaks

I have seen the peaks
Majestic mountains
Flaunting themselves
Before a diminutive sun
Watched a shadow
Snare the radiance of light
Stood before a Cathedral
Surrounded by truth’s beggars
Touched the hand of an infant
Reaching out in wonder
Felt the sting
Of doubt’s lash
The soothing balm
Of hope
Listened to the murmurings
Of monotony’s metaphor
Heard the herald
Of the hounds
The baying 
Of baleful bastards
I have caressed
A soulless sunrise
Bedded down
A morose moon
Argued
With the stars
In the emptiness
Of a moment

Charms

"Charms"

Just when you think 
you’ve worked it all out
the light splits it all apart

a million leagues 
into her 
you dive, want or not

into her ocean
there the ensconced 
bedded siren shell calls

like some holy font
pearls all opening
you dive, want or not 

into her 
cool and fathomless 
treasures contained and hidden 

waiting in her 
mysterious 
Pandora’s box

the deeper sea
in her 
calls you into her charms

transfixed 
want, or not
mesmerised

Just when you think 
you’ve worked it all out
the light splits it all apart

a million leagues 
into her 
you dive, want or not

Just when you think 
you’ve worked it all out
the light splits it all apart


(LadyLabyrinth/2023)
at Christmas, 2023

Seasons Come and Go

Birds bedded down. The cool air circulates.
Whispers of crickets. The black noise hushes.
Yawns give way to tears - the ducts erupting.
An autumnal wave crashes over me.
It’s obvious how seasons come and go,
as mom’s settled in purple urn - the ashes
keep; without incandescence in her sleep.

What Lies

What lies.

What lies 
Among beds of roses
The promises of spring
The ever-fragrant highs

What sighs
When its stems are clipped
Dropped into a vase
Far from azure skies

will it try
Wo shamelessly adorn
Bouquets, wilted petals stripped
Trimmed of dreaded thorns

Will it cry
Because it lack the worth
The beauty it once held
When it was bedded in the earth

Will it die
Forced unnaturally to graph
The flower in the urn may smile
But it will never laugh

Insatiable Desires

You said I was your woman
that you wanted nothing more
then you lied and cheated
just like you did before

You loved me in the morning
then left me in the night
you bedded someone else
said she felt more right

You said you were my man
you Love me yet you stray
well let me tell you this
you can have her, them or they

Your insatiable desires
are really kind of dumb
you no longer live here
you low life piece of scum.

Lakeside, Lying

Within this summer dream
Housed and bedded
Willow-arched, willow-awned
Buzz of cares slay.

Whilst that, cruel-edged, afar
As hard, no more
For city's hive shapes it.
Faded away.

The Gift of Futures Past

Bigger in my memory
smaller in my inclination 
Regret a distant calling card
admonishing my name

Vacant in my recollection
bedded in my hopefulness
Joy a future invitation
—Heaven to proclaim

(Christmas Wishing: First Book Of Prayers- December, 2022)

Jack Spratt C21 Style

Peter Perfect
lived his life
by the rules of
his darling wife,
who cleaned and swept
and cooked and fed him
and once a month
dutifully bedded him;
getting that chore
out of the way
but to add variety
varied the day.

Peter Perfect,
wanting more not less,
and wanting not
to cause her stress
met his lover three times
a week for sex and kissing
thus each provided what
the other was missing.
So in harmony
this modern Jack Spratt
left his wife the lean
while he ate the fat.

Only Once

Only once he declared his love
And Ann ready for Christ above:
When will they try blind Cupid's glove;
Into each other's mouth food shove?

Only once he had Ann bedded
And then they joyfully wedded:
Some kind of connubide test-run;
Hardly-turn- down satanic fun...
Yet the sin that easily fades;
Not obvious in the hair Ann braids!

Only once he had Ann's cheeks snacked
But until now has the day marked,
As Ann's moves,since then,had been mapped,
Most of the times acting the trapped!.

Deep Sea Sky Blue

"Deep Sea Sky Blue" 

the contented life
rises and falls
bedded 

the treasure chest
is touched briefly
inside a shell opens
constricted mind
of heart swallows
the bends, 
it is found
wanting, so 
releases 
the fast, 
changeling
embryo soul, 
le enfant terrible
feeling the rips
like selkie 
walls of skin
cool and warm
currents sucking
dark and light
kicking out
the within, 

a transparent 
circle rises
still life
perpetually 
repeating 
on carnate 
incarnates
unstill  

the unseen 
surfaces 
and surveys
the contented life
how it 
rises and falls
bedded in shades
and shadows
of gently rising 
and plunging 
azure

outside 
from within 

deep sea
sky blue

(LadyLabyrinth / 2022)



"Sea of Calm", 432Hz
https://youtu.be/u033bj7V9Kw

An Historic Queen

Every woman is someone’s queen, without women what would the world have been.Quote - Poets own
An Historic Queen
If I had been made a Queen of England 
Back then in those historic days of yore
I’d have worn a crown, a ring on my hand
And silver and gold would be clothes I wore.

I’d have ladies in waiting - in the wings
Ladies who would tend to my every need
Because I’d wed one of those ancient kings
A king to whom I'd been proudly decreed.

There may have been others he had bedded
Maybe he'd have fallen for someone else
I could've been cruelly beheaded
Or left in a tower all by myself.

Then no one would ever need to curtsy
Yet, if we’d been blessed with a desired son
Then that would have made me truly worthy
In the eyes of the King and everyone. 

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27th July 2022

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